Treasure Island

Don Haney

(5-19-1967 / Dallas, Texas)

Original - Hiroshima


Charred black earth
Death in the air
Deafening cries, souls not there
Time of rebirth
Sixty years gone
Old memories never forgot
Death must come first
Peace will flow then
In war no one really wins
Some kill for God
Others for greed
On the poor the rich will feed
Politicians
That seek revenge
Our nations they will unhinge
In name of peace
Weapons they hide
All nations do it, worldwide
Hiroshima
Inspired this poem
I realized without knowing
What the bomb did
Was start a chain
Of generations of pain
I hope one day
That war will end
Then on that day, souls will mend!

Submitted: Friday, August 12, 2005
Edited: Sunday, August 21, 2005
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